This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...Carteret ultimus, for instance! He had been toiling for daily wage; then digging for scanty, evasive silver as a prospector, at last saving a little; working hard day after day, and all because this little unimportant court was temporarily out of repair. For lack of a little paint and paper, and some tinkering ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...Carteret ultimus, for instance! He had been toiling for daily wage; then digging for scanty, evasive silver as a prospector, at last saving a little; working hard day after day, and all because this little unimportant court was temporarily out of repair. For lack of a little paint and paper, and some tinkering of drains, perhaps, he had thrown away a fortune. If anybody were eager to lock him up, here were adequate evidences of mental derangement. He had buried himself in Colorado, while his grandfather was setting all agencies in motion to discover him in Africa. He had read of his grandfather's death in a Western newspaper, which had given a picturesque but fairly true account of his own disappearance, and, copying from the English journal, which had shown the usual desire to have everything settled and accounted for, had gone on to say that his own death was as good as certain. Certain at least it was that some Englishman had been killed by a native spear beyond the Zambesi, and what more likely than that should be this Alan Carteret, of whom it was more comfortable to think as dead than demented? Dead or alive, this eccentric youth had forfeited the Carteret fortune; for his grandfather, failing to find him or trace of him, had left all his property, real and personal, to the admirable Moseley-Carterets, whom all men congratulated so zealously on their unexpected good fortune. So Alan, seated in the door of his prospector's tent, had accepted himself as dead. Only now, when again he trod the hot pavement of London, his old self showed odd signs of life. He turned away from Strangers' Court, and went and looked at the big house which had been his London home. He stood opposite the front door through which he had stepped into a new world. The...
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Very good++ Book 1896 name FEP, else clean text. Silvered top edge. Lovely littlevolume w/ art nouveau floral-stamped binding b/w frontis. very good++, no dj, red & silver-stamped green cloth, tight 192 pgs.
